Craving

Written by Anthony Murphy

My body misses you like a phantom limb,

your soft paper touch and slender white length.

You are like the memory of a one night stand

that quickly burns away.

I know nothing that’s inside of you

except the five minutes’ pleasure you give.

I yearn for one final fling,

for my mouth to wrap around you,

draw your heat in.

To feel your tar black kisses against my cracked lips,

dance within your cloying scent.

To suck the life from you as my lungs gasp for air.